Jasmine Yale shook her head. "I don't want anything."
Charles Mcintosh was taken aback for a moment, then gave a wry smile, realizing he'd asked a foolish question. What did she want? She only wanted Sylvan Cheney.
Jasmine Yale frowned slightly, suddenly feeling a wave of discomfort in her stomach.
Her small hands clutched her pajamas tightly, trying to suppress the discomfort.
"Then, Miss Yale, you should rest well. Call me if you need anything. Do you want Little Lilac to keep you company?" Charles Mcintosh asked.
Jasmine Yale shook her head again. "I'm fine, no need for company."
Charles Mcintosh looked at her thin face, his heart flooding with indescribable bitterness, wanting to speak but holding back several times.
It seemed that no matter what he said, it held no meaning for Jasmine Yale.
The moment Sylvan Cheney left, her life lost all its color.
